leave the door open...
The dishwasher makes a weird noise as Harry presses the button, and she lets out a sigh, wiping her hands on her joggers much to Harry's dismay. There's a few seconds where they just stare at each other, and he lets out a chuckle, turning behind so he can put the kettle on.
It'd only been six months.
Two months during him on tour that they'd been in a relationship, and four months post tour–and four weeks of living together in his London flat–. She knew him for a few years, having met in New York through mutual friends, including her short-term-girlfriend at the time, so living with him, or being with him hasn't been too different.
She loved it.
They both did, especially now that he was off tour.
They argued over silly things, like who would cook that night, or the temperature of the room, or how she forgets to unload the dishwasher– 'the light tells you when it's done, babe', 'well I don't come in the kitchen and look at the bloody dishwasher so excuse me for forgetting a couple of times, Harry'.
They've never been one of those couples who felt very shy around each other. Perhaps it's to do with the fact that they're both confident in their relationship, and the fact that they're very laid back.
After a night out with her girlfriends couple of weeks ago, she presents a new 'conflict' in their relationship: Farting.
She'd found him sitting in bed after coming in, glasses on as he typed away on his laptop. After a few kisses, cuddles, and a few more kisses, she looks up at him with determination in her eyes.
"What?"
"Why do you never fart around me?"
"What?" Harry had laughed. In fact, she had to wait for him to calm down for more than ten minutes.
Harry had continued, face confused but still chuckling. "Where is this coming from?"
"Michael farted after the third-month mark. So did Nick. And Jen."
"Baby, are you upset that I... don't fart?"
"I'm sure you do!" She'd waved her arms around. "But never around me, Harry. Are you embarassed? Are you not comfortable with me? What is it?"
"You're– baby," he'd held her hands to his chest. "I love you. I guess I just... don't really fart?"
"What?"
"I mean, I might've done it couple of times when we're asleep or rather... when you're asleep. I didn't– why have you never farted around me then, hm?"
And that was it.
They'd laugh about it, and it was over.
It was silly.
Now, though, Harry really enjoyed being 'nasty' around her.
He's such a boy when he farts in bed, under the covers, and threatens to lift up the covers since 'you wanted me to fart so bad'.
Another thing he's been doing lately is, leaving the door ajar when he's in the toilet.
Now, she wouldn't mind if he was just weeing.
Or doing something else– anything else other than... number two.
It's not that she minds it, it's... she's rather confused.
So, with the kettle on, she gets their favourite mugs out, and Harry excuses himself to go to the toilet.
She knows why, because she'd figured his toilet habits out by now.
Every night around this time, he would be in the toilet for about ten minutes.
He goes, not without kissing her on the lips, and she can't help but laugh when she doesn't hear the door shut properly.
Five minutes pass, and she looks at their empty mugs, wanting to pour the water when he's back.
She's about to call for him when he beats her to it.
"Baby?"
"Yeah?" She looks in the direction of the downstairs toilet, as if she would see him.
"I need toilet paper."
"Fuck sake, Harry–" she puts her phone down on the counter, and walks upstairs, and grabs a few before making her way downstairs.
She stops in front of the door.
"Helloooooo," Harry drawls. "I need to wipe my ass."
"Why do you leave the door open like that?" She thinks out loud.
Harry lets out a groan. "Baby give me the toilet paper."
"Ahh, bet it stinks in there, H."
"Come on."
She goes inside, and hands him one.
Can't help but laugh at the sight of him just sitting there, hair messy and forehead extra-shiny.
"Okay," she pauses.
"Okay... I'll wipe my ass now if you just... y'know?" Harry looks up at her.
She realises how vulnerable he is at the moment.
"I could easily punch your dick right now," she murmurs, leaning against the door, and it closes shut with a click.
"You're so– why would you even say that– baby I fucking need to wipe my ass, just leave."
"No, I think this," she lets out a laugh when she notices him opening the toilet paper. "This is a level up in our relationship! I've never been inside the toilet while you poo."
"Farting and now pooing, you're so fucking weird. Okay, I'll–"
They just stare at each other for a moment before Harry lets out a sigh.
"I don't know how to do– please don't look."
"You've never wiped your ass?"
"Babe, what the fuck, of course I have," Harry says, through gritted teeth. "Just never in front of an audience!"
"Why do you leave the door ajar, then, you twat!"
"It makes me feel less lonely when I can properly hear you do things around the flat, for fuck's sake, just–" he moves his hand. "Just don't look."
She laughs, feeling a bit sorry for him. "Okay, I'm sorry, wait– I'll leave. I'm really sorry, I now realise this is... weird," she laughs, and turns around, hand on the door handle.
"No– don't leave."
"What?"
"Ah, fuck, we're so disgusting as a couple," he laughs.
She leans against the door, but her eyes are focused on the tiles.
She waits until she hears the flush.
"I can't believe you wanted to watch me wipe my ass," Harry finds her gaze in the mirror.
"It's not– wow, that sounds so creepy, please don't ever say that. I didn't want to watch you–" she shudders visibly. "Please don't say that, wow."
"Creepy?" He laughs, wiping his hands before he turns to her, and grabs her cheeks, smushing them. "Disgusting more like."
"Okay, please don't kiss me– you just done a huge poo and it's very stuffy in here–"
"Oh, fuck off, get out!"
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Andrew had shit to do this afternoon, but for the past hour, he’s been trapped in a beanbag chair by Neil’s sleeping body weight. He doesn’t even have the remote in reaching distance, so he can’t change the channel away from ESPN.
Neil — whose legs are across Andrew’s lap — is going to be so mad when Andrew fails his sociology paper and gets kicked off the team because their captain couldn’t locate his own mattress.
Whatever. Neil’s head is on his shoulder, so Andrew amuses himself by wrapping a particularly ringlet-y curl of Neil’s around his finger and stretching it, letting it spring back into place again and again. Neil’s arm is draped loosely over Andrew’s middle, so Andrew keeps two fingers pressed to his wrist, lulled into patience by the steady beat of Neil’s pulse.
Suddenly, Neil twitches. A short, startled whine punches out of parted lips, muffled against Andrew’s collarbone.
“Neil,” Andrew says firmly, and Neil curls in toward the sound of his voice, fingers gripping at the fabric of Andrew’s shirt.
“Baby gator bit my ankle,” Neil mumbles.
Andrew, who had been steeling himself for the resurgence of a gory memory or a dream-induced panic attack, finds himself huffing in amusement.
“No, it didn’t,” Andrew says.
The tension bleeds out of Neil immediately.
“Oh,” he says, and then his breathing evens out once again.
When Andrew looks up, Kevin’s imperious face is on the screen — ESPN has decided to torture Andrew with a segment on the National Exy League’s star rookie. Andrew sighs, rests his cheek on the top of Neil’s head, and resigns himself to the reality of the moment.
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I’m in that dozy, half-asleep state, vaguely dreaming. my body is warm, pliant and need. I’m dreaming of you, your hands grazing my body, your lips on my neck. I can feel myself getting wetter, and the vision of you moans.
The feeling of your fingers gently rubbing my clit is so real. I grind against it, searching for more friction, and the sense of sleep begins to fall away. I’m awake now, aware of you still sleeping gently beside me, your arms wrapped around me. I let out a shaky gasp when I realise that your touch was not a figment of my imagination, that in your sleep your hand has found its way between my legs, your other hand wrapped around my breast and squeezing gently. I struggle to stay still, afraid that if I jolt you then you’ll move away. You touch me lazily, fingers tracing my soaking pussy, and I bite my lip as you let out a groan. Your other hand tightens and I can’t hold back the whine of pleasure.
“Fuck,” You murmur, hand beginning to move faster. You grind against me, a leg hooking over mine, holding me in place. All instinctual, all driven by pure desire and longing. I want to touch you, to run my hands through your hair, to kiss you, but you have me trapped against the front of your body. My hips roll back to meet yours and your voice becomes clearer. “Don’t stop baby.”
“I won’t,” I breathe, feeling the knot growing in my stomach as you bring me closer and closer to the edge. Your lips meet the curve where my neck and shoulder meet, kissing before biting down and pulling a shuddering moan from my throat. I look over my shoulder to see you, fully awake, your eyes sparkling with lust. You slide your fingers inside me, my hole stretching around you so perfectly.
“So fucking tight.” Your words are enough to push me right to the edge and I ride your fingers as much as I can from this position, desperate for release. “That’s right, just like that.” The orgasm washes over me, my body trembling in your arms as you draw out the sensation, touch slowing, become gentler and gentler. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
With your grip loosened on me I turn to face you, kissing you softly. I don’t have the words to describe how good it felt, but you kiss me back and I know you understand.
~~~
* this is about queer sapphic sex. men and minors dni*
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lie with you [or, how riize comforts you when you're crying bc of a nightmare]
pairing : ot7 x reader! genre : implied hurt n subsequent comfort
cw/tw : hugging + kisses + food mention + possibly swearing? wc : idk ,,
shotaro ,. !
- im a firm believer of taro heavy sleeper agenda
- bro will be out like a log, no fire alarm is waking him up anytime soon D:
- but! when you wake up because of the nightmare and end up moving a bit away from him as you process it
- he knows.
- he just somehow subconsciously knows that there's distance between you and just reaches out for your warmth and traps you in a big hug – all while he's snoring softly (in the CUTEST way ever)
- ends up comforting you without even being conscious he's just skilled tm like that yk??
eunseok ,. !
- light sleeper!!!!! his happy burritos and cream pasta dreams stop the literal second he hears the slightest whimper out of you
- mentally goes "who tf hurt my darling s/o."
- when he finds out it's you crying bc of a nightmare i'm sorry but he might tease you (later ofc, when you've had enough time to heal from it bbg dw)
- but rn he offers distractions in the form of bingeing cutesy animes (imagine you watch horimiya's toffee scene w him or any other anime romance cliche and he goes would u like me to do that to you. i'd pass awa y)
sungchan ,. !
- you may have to wake him up depending on how tired he is :/
- but as soon as he finds out, wraps you up in the comfiest + warmest clothes he can find and throws you over his shoulder like a potato sack/holds you in a princess carry -> depends entirely on which you prefer he can do both 💪
- takes you straight to his car (we're js gonna pretend he can drive for the sake of the hc my extensive research i.e. 15 mins on reddit led me nowhere ;-;) it's time for a midnight drive!
- puts on you guys' shared playlist and takes you to a grocery store snack run followed by going to an open-ish place so you can watch the stars tgt :(
wonbin ,. !
- i think his waking up abilities are honed purely due to being w you (yk like what if you need him to hug you at like 3 am. and he's too busy passed out (dreaming of you) then what.)
- feels you trembling and is lowkey upset that you didn't wake him up when you needed him :(
- he gets that you might not want to face him tho, so simply presses his chest against your back and places soft kisses on your neck. probably drops in a couple "'m here for you love" "it'll be okay" "i love you so so much yk that right?" he's versatile w his sweet nothings like that :( <3
seunghan ,. !
- this guy scares me ngl /j
- he probably knows you're having a nightmare before you know you're having a nightmare
- wakes you up by shaking you gently, comforts you with many many many hugs as you're waking up
- kisses your tears away .. (i'm so weak for him)
- lays your head down on his lap and lets you vent to him just listening to you, dude's gentle presence alone is enough to calm you down
- BUT ALSO. imagining him drawing you a warm bath and you ending up coercing him into wearing cutesy animal face masks w you :(((
sohee ,. !
- guy who must be facing his s/o while sleeping !! gets to know and wakes up immediately when you start crying
- clings to you like a koala that's it that's the hc. has his head buried in your neck, hands tied so so tightly around your waist which greatly help to ground you
- also probably cracks a couple of really cringey jokes something along the lines of "i'll be your silver knight, my princess" but says it w the softest, sweetest expression and in the sincerest, honey-like tone that you can't help but melting completely :(
- when he feels you've calmed down enough prob also initiates a tickle fight sorry i don't make the rules acc to him you need to laugh after a bout of crying okay??
anton ,. !
- guy who must be facing his s/o while sleeping (2) except his ass is not waking up unless you physically shake him awake
- you'd probably do that though bc what better way to comfort you from a nightmare than your half-asleep bf's soothing voice?
- bro is probably so out of it that he just very eloquently goes "wh huh wha" or something of that sort
- when he's coherent enough (not really) he would sort of kind of roll up on top of you forgetting his 6'1 stature
- but on the positive side his weight over you is a lot like a really comfy blanket (that can kiss your forehead w the utmost gentleness)
- if you ask nicely he'll even sing you a lil lullaby to help you get back to sleep <3
notes : THIS WAS FUN !! ppl who dont know my current bias try guessing based on this 🤭 + [m.list]
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